timothée chalamet imagines

*tease*

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"The food looks amazing, Nicole!" I said looking down the table.

We're at Timothée's parents house for Thanksgiving this year.

"Thank you, I try." she laughed.

"Pauline, how's job searching going?" Marc asked.

"It's going, Dad." she said scooping a spoonful of mashed potatoes onto her plate.

"You have to keep looking.." Marc continued.

Timothée, Nicole, and I served ourselves and begin eating while Pauline and Marc got into a conversation.

It felt somewhat awkward.

"Y/n, any career plans in your future?" Nicole asked me.

"Umm.." I cleared my throat "I'm not sure what it is exactly I would like to do. I'm looking right now, just waiting for the right opportunity to come up."

She nodded.

Pauline said something that caught Nicole's attention and she jumped into the ongoing conversation.

"I'm so sorry." Timothée said.

"It's fine," I shook my head "typical family dinners are like this for me too."

We continued eating.

It seemed like they'd forgotten that the two of us had been sitting here the whole time, and that gave me an idea.

I put my hand on Timothée's thigh and rubbed it slowly.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

"You don't like it?" I asked grinning.

He took my hand off. "My family is right here."

I took my hand off his thigh and decided to play footsie with him under the table instead.

I rubbed my foot up his leg, returning my hand to his thigh and moving it up closer to the waistband of his pants.

He squirmed a bit in the chair.

"Getting uncomfortable?" I whispered in his ear.

He adjusted himself over his pants.

I moved my hand closer and toyed with the button and zipper.

He jumped out of the chair, causing his family to cut out of their conversation.

"Are you okay?" Pauline asked.

"Yeah," he gulped "I- I just have to go to the bathroom."

He ran down the hall toward it and shut the door.

"Must have been my food." Nicole joked.

We all laughed and carried on our own conversation for about ten minutes.

"I'm sorry," I said getting out of my chair "I'm just going to go check on him for a second."

They all nodded. I walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Babe, it's me. Open up."

I heard the lock click and I walked in, closing the door behind me.

"What is wrong with you?!" he shook his hands.

I shrugged.

"You can't do that here, especially with my family around." he sighed.

"I'm sorry." I giggled.

I walked closer to him, pulling his face to mine.

"We can leave early you know.." I said "just say you're feeling sick."

He blushed. "You want to?"

"Only if you do."

He pulled me close by the waist and kissed my cheek.

"We can go back out and finish eating. Chat some more and then leave." he said.

"I think we should get home, like right now."

"Want me so badly?" he teased squeezing my butt.

"All the time," I grinned "but there's a problem."

"What's the problem?"

"That.." I looked down at his pants "that's the problem."